Group Sex Robin's Wedding

John pressed his face firmly against me, and slurped the juices from my cunt, drinking the girl-cum produced by the orgasm he had just caused.

Prior to my orgasm, I had been very clean down there, I knew, so I was happy to let him do that for a while. But, after a few minutes, my hips started twitching again. "Mmm, that was great. Now, give me your cock, John. Please," I begged more than ordered. Though ordering was in my nature and what I would have normally done, I didn't want to take control from him.

John pulled out from under my dress, on his knees in the moving limousine. He unzipped his slacks and pulled out his familiar cock. It was hard and pulsing with desire.

I wanted to taste it, if he needed me to, but I told him what I really wanted. "Fuck me, babe. Please! I want you to fucking cream my cunt. I want to feel your cock blasting your cum deep inside of me. Please, John. I need you." I usually spoke about him fucking me and not so much about needing his cum. This time I wanted to be sure our first fuck as husband and wife was sealed in that way.

He knee-walked to the edge of the seat and pulled my ass closer to the edge. Pulling up my dress, he sank into me easily, drilling his long hard cock deep inside of me in one long motion.

I was plenty wet and, because of my recent activities several hours earlier, I was not very tight. His big dick went in easily and pleasure exploded in my brain as his thick rod slid in against my sensitive walls. I looked up at his handsome face because I couldn't really see much else due to the bunched dress at my stomach and my laying position.

John gazed down into my eyes as he sank balls-deep into me, immediately rocking back and forth inside of me. "You are my wife!"

With the pleasure of his thick meat inside of me filling my brain, my eyes grew wide at hearing him say that. "Yes, god yes, I am. And you are my husband!" I told him.

"Take my cock," he told me, as he began slamming into me.

"Yes, that's it; fuck me," I cooed as I took his cock into me over and over, feeling his balls slapping against my ass. My panties pulled to the side was a little distracting but the feel of John's prick gliding in and out of me made my head swim.

"You like that?" he asked, breathing a little harder as he worked in and out of me.

"Yes, babe. I love it," I told him. "I love you. I am your wife now. You own me," I said, without really thinking about it.

"What?" he asked, though he never slowed in fucking me.

I thought about it for a moment, and I said, "You own me, babe. Fuck that pussy. It's yours. If you don't want to share it, you don't have to." I had offered to become monogamous in Florida and he had demurred. I would still do that if he asked me.

"Sharing turns me on," he said groaning with pleasure because he hadn't slowed his hips and it felt so fucking good. "I just want to be included."

Gasping for air, I looked up at him and said, "I know. But I belong to you. Cum inside me, John."

He fucked me harder as he looked down at me. He could hear me, but he didn't respond further as he continued to pound me.

As my orgasm grew closer, I said, "Make me yours, babe. When you cum in my cunt you will own me."

He leaned forward, still looking into my eyes. His hands found my tits, still in my dress, and he grabbed them firmly through the satin fabric. He fucked me harder as I spoke to him.

"Take it," I gasped. "Take what's yours, John. Come on! Give it to me! Cum inside me!"

"It feels so good, babe," he groaned.

I knew I was looser than I normally would have been, and I knew it would get back to normal in a few days, so I talked extra dirty to him to make up for it. I didn't want him thinking about why it was so loose, the gangbang at the wild wedding having not gone over with John as smoothly as I had hoped.

I said, "You want it, don't you? Do you want to fill me up? Give it to me!"

"Oh, god," he groaned. John had already cum once that day, so it took him longer to cum a second time.

"I need your cum, babe," I told him. "To seal this marriage and make me yours, cum in my cunt. I want to feel it shooting into me!"

"Oh, it feels so fucking good," he told me as he slammed into me over and over again.

"Yes, it does," I agreed, holding off my orgasm as best I could to cum with him.

As his cock swelled inside me, he grunted "Cumming!"

As I felt John blast his hot load deep inside of me, I let my orgasm loose. As I came, I said, "You own me now. Oh god, I'm yours."

"Ahhh," John cried out as he twitched against me, cum blasting from his hard throbbing cock filling me to overflowing.

I grunted over and over with pleasure as my body jerked and twitched in ecstasy. I was lost in the moment, my orgasm blasting through me as if it were the exclamation point on the fact that our marriage had been well and truly consummated.

Releasing my tits, John leaned down on top of me, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of me, and gently kissed me as we caught our breaths.

I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him back, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

"I love you Mrs. Robin Parker," he said.

"I love you too, Mr. John Parker; my loving husband. I am yours, babe. If you ever want to change our rules, just let me know. You own me and I will do whatever you tell me to," I told him earnestly.

"I own you and you'll do whatever I tell you?" he asked, his breath finally slowing. "I've never heard you talk like that."

"I know. Mom would shit herself if she heard me say that. I spoke to Jenny today about how unfair the wedding was to you, what with the gangbang and all, you know? That got me thinking about how unfair I've been to you in so many ways. Then when I was up there saying my vows, I realized that I needed to do more than I have been in our relationship. You accept me as I am, I know. But that's not good enough; not anymore. I need to do more. I can't just tell you, 'I fucked a dude because he flirted with me. That's just how I am, I can't control myself.' I don't want to be that girl any longer. You deserve better," I told him.

He had listened to me intently. "Jenny is responsible for this new development?"

I smiled at him and shook my head. "She just helped open my eyes. No, this is all me, babe. I'll say it again; I am yours; you own me. Whatever rules you want to set for this relationship, from completely open to completely closed, you just tell me. You're in charge."

He thought about that as his cock finally deflated inside of me. He shook his head and said, "I've been in love with you for a very long time, Robin Parker. I love your passion. I love your spontaneity. I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't want you to change. Our new rule lets me sneak around. I don't want to own you. How can I sneak around with the danger of getting caught and be punished if I own you?"

"Oh," I said, a little disappointed. He did make a good point.

"I can just say, 'nope, no punishment for me.'" He laughed and then asked, "Is this about you being submissive? You always tend to be a bit dominant, and the punishment thing we discussed is a very dominant thing, but I've never seen you as submissive as you were at that gangbang. Is that what this is really about?"

I thought about that for a second and then chuckled. I kissed him and said, "I think, husband of mine, you know your wife better than she knows herself."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said emphatically. "I did really enjoy that. Would you be interested in helping me explore this new submissive side of me?"

He smiled and said, "That sounds fun."

"Okay, great. So, we keep our rules, explore my submissive side, and, about the sneaking around..."

"You want to eliminate that?"

"No. I think you need that thrill, but please only do it for the thrill, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Um..." I thought for a moment trying to think of a way to explain it to him. "If you tell me at the end of the week that you went over to Heather's place and fucked her, I will get upset."

He jerked his head back a bit, surprised.

"There's no danger in that," I told him. "I had no chance to catch you. If, on the other hand, you told me at the end of the week that you fucked Heather in the bed next to me while I slept; well, that's hot."

"It has to be in the same room?" he asked, confused.

"No, that's not it. Okay, let me put it this way, there must be a chance that you could get caught. It must be dangerous. I'm not going to catch you going over to her place, but I could easily have woken up and caught you fucking her in the bed next to me. It's the danger level, okay?"

"You want to have a chance to punish me," he said with a grin.

"Well, yeah, duh!" I told him and grinned back.

"Okay, I promise. At least a twenty percent chance of getting caught," he said.

"Fifty!"

"Thirty-three!"

"Deal! Oh, and do it, if not weekly, at least monthly. And tell me that night if you got away with it, instead of waiting."

He nodded. "Okay, as soon as we get back from the honeymoon, I'll start planning."

"You can do it on our honeymoon," I told him.

"No. What? On the honeymoon? Seriously?"

I thought about it, nodded, and said, "Shit! That would be fucking hot. Yeah, do it a few times on our honeymoon. We're going to be gone for two weeks, so please tell me that night if I don't catch you. I'll pack accordingly."

"Um... wait... So, you are going to pack punishment gear into your honeymoon luggage in the hopes of catching me cheating on you?"

I nodded with a big grin.

"God, I love you so much," he breathed and then kissed me.

When we arrived at the wedding reception hall, we were late, so we hurried inside. My panties were soaked with John's cum as it leaked out of my cunt. I absolutely loved the naughty feeling, which served to make my pussy even wetter.

After we stepped inside, we were met by Angela, still in her green bridesmaid dress. When she saw me, her eyes went wide. "Come with me," she said as she took my hand.

Deeper inside the building, I could see the hall with the guests walking around and talking, some images being projected onto a wall, and all the tables with white tablecloths over them. She turned me toward the right, and we walked down a corridor off to the side and away from the main hall until we arrived at a door labeled "Women."

"Wait here," she said to John as she pulled me inside.

"Angela, what are you doing?" I finally asked as we went into the restroom.

"Your dress is wrinkled, your hair is a mess, your veil is askew, your makeup is smudged, and you smell like sex," she told me. "If you don't want your new in-laws to know exactly what you've been doing in the back of that limo, we need to get you cleaned up."

"Oh." She was right, of course.

Angela took my soaked panties and threw them away to help with the smell. She took off her own panties and had me wear them before covering me with a mist of perfume. She adjusted my dress to try to minimize the wrinkles before working on my hair. One of my braids had come undone and she secured it back in place before fixing my veil.

I then fixed my own makeup, using what she had in her purse, since I didn't have my own. When I was done, I spun around and asked, "Better?"

"Much," she said. "Now let's go. You're very late."

My white wedding reception hall was exactly as I had specified; large, dimly lit, dance floor, and many tables covered in white table clothes all decorated with our flowers; white and orange dahlias. To my surprise, photographs were being projected onto a wall; the two that I saw, one transitioning into the next, was John and Jenny playing in the snow in Louisiana, which rarely fell there, followed by one of teenage Angela and me taking a selfie together in our bedroom.

"Everyone, may I have your attention," came a loud announcement from somewhere. "I'm Alex Moore, and I'll be your MC tonight. May I introduce, for the first time, Mr. John Parker and his beautiful bride Mrs. Robin Parker."

There was applause and we were surrounded by our friends and family. More friends than family, of course, since I only had my mother and my sister, Angela, and John only had his sister Jenny and their parents. Denver was too far for any of his other family members to attend.

After a few minutes, Alex announced, "Can everyone please find your seats." Then after we had all sat, he said, "It's traditional for the father of the bride to give a speech at this time. Since he could not be here today, the mother of the bride, Miss Kaitlyn Kirkpatrick would like to say a few words."

Alex had been standing beside the main table, so I had finally located him when I sat down. He handed the microphone to my mother who had let her hair down, though she still wore the pantsuit. I found myself hoping that none of my friends, or my mother, revealed to John's parents or our work-friends anything about our lifestyle.

"Thank you, Alex. You are so fucking handsome; Maria is a lucky woman."

The guests chuckled at that, and I found myself getting nervous about what she might say. I had fussed at her about her mouth-filter not working just the day before. Kate usually said whatever she was thinking; which was usually filthy and laced with curse words.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Um... you can call me Kate. I'm Robin's mother. Her fucking dad left us a long time ago, so who knows where that son-of-a-bitch is now."

Murmurs and some chuckles could be heard in the hall.

"Thank you all for being here today. Robin's grandparents all died long ago, and her dad left when she was fourteen, so, for a while there it was just her, Angela, and me. It's good to see that my beautiful daughter has managed to find so many wonderful friends.

"Robin, you are the light of my life, the best thing I have ever done, and I am so fucking proud of the woman you have become. You are absolutely beautiful. I mean, look at you in that damn dress. Wow."

There were a few whistles of approval.

Kate nodded and said, "Hot right? The boys didn't always think she was pretty. She got picked on a lot in school before she blossomed. In hindsight, I think there was a great silver lining to the hard times she went through. It made her both tough and compassionate.

"Now, Robin is starting her own fucking business, together with her new husband, John."

I cringed at that. Buying the club was new and it wasn't even officially re-opened yet. My work-friends didn't need to know about that. If word got back to my boss, it could get awkward. I still needed my day-job for a while to help pay our bills.

Looking at me, she said, "I know that when you set your mind on something you get it, like your new husband here, so I'm sure it will do amazingly well. Your last business did awesome for a while, and it ended through no fault of your own."

I did not need anyone asking about any of that. They didn't need to know that my new business venture was a sex club. And they sure as shit didn't need to know that my previous venture had been prostitution. Or that it ended because a rival pimp had beaten Angela up. I tried to act casually, but I felt that my face was probably whiter than usual.

Kate looked around and continued. "When Robin told me she was going to marry John, I was not fucking happy. He was quite handsome but, really, I didn't think any man was good enough for my little Robin."

Some chuckles went up but mostly the room had become very quiet, everyone hanging on Kate's words.

"I must admit, I made things difficult for them. In the end, John won me the fuck over. I have to say, seeing my little girl stand up there and marry the man of her dreams; well, I couldn't be happier for her."

She raised her glass and said, "John, I've said it before but this time it's fucking official. Welcome to the family!"

Everyone drank to that, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when Mom handed the mic back to Alex and sat down.

"Let's eat," Alex announced.

The photographer took over our itinerary after the meal, having us gather around and cut the cake. As everyone came to get a piece of wedding cake, she took various photos with our family members and the wedding party.

Once we had all sat back down to eat some cake and drink some more champagne, Chris, John's best man, stood up and took the microphone to speak.

"For those of you that don't know me," Chris began, "my name is Chris Ivanov. I'm John's friend and it's my honor to be his Best Man today.

"I have never been a Best Man before and I'm not good with speeches, but I'll try my best. John told me that if I give a good enough speech, I can be the Best Man at his next wedding, too."

I laughed at that as did everyone else. I didn't plan on doing anything to make John leave me but then I had a wicked thought. I bit my lip as the thought of him marrying someone else but not divorcing me. I knew that wasn't legal but still, it gave me something to think about.

"I think everyone can agree that Robin looks amazing today, only slightly better than every other day."

There were hoots of agreement that made me smile.

"I was a little nervous to give this speech, so I sought out some advice from Alex on how to handle it and he said to picture the entire audience naked. Problem is, most of Robin's friends are almost as sexy as she is, and these slacks are loose enough to pitch a tent."

The crowd laughed even though his joke was a little too on-the-nose. I could see John's mother had her mouth open in horror. I laughed at her more than the joke.

"I thought that might get a laugh because I practiced this speech at the nursing home last night and many in the audience pissed themselves."

Raucous laughter filled the hall, and I joined in. I had no idea Chris was that funny.

"I first met John at the club, like many of you did. He was a real newbie. Robin had me and my girlfriend, Dana, show him the ropes.

"Now he's marrying Robin and, while I'm still single, as many of you know I too will soon be tying the knot.

"So, if it weren't for John marrying Robin, I might still be dating Dana with no wedding date set. Thanks John!"

He said the "thanks" so sarcastically that even Dana laughed.

"Seriously, though. I consider John to be my very best friend and it's been an honor to be his Best Man. I hope he will be able to return the favor when I marry Dana."

"I'd be honored," John shouted to him.

Chris smiled. "As for Robin. Nobody thought she'd ever be tied down. Nobody ever measured up or passed the test. John was the only one."

I snickered that, knowing that it was more literal than figurative. "Measured up" referring to John's big dick, though that's not why I was marrying him, and "passed the test" referring to the testing I had put him through. Everyone knew about that now. Of course, it was also true that Angela had sabotaged many of the tests, and John had actually failed one of them.

"While Robin is still a wild mare, John has tamed her just enough to get a saddle on her. May he never get bucked off!"

I gave him a broad smile, letting everyone know I wasn't offended at being compared to a horse. I knew what he meant.

"To the happy couple, John and Robin!"

Everyone toasted and drank. While I thought his speech was a little too off-color for John's parents, it was mild for the rest of the crowd. Oh well, John might have an awkward question or two to answer, but at least it shouldn't be too difficult for him, I mused. It's not like someone mentioned I was an ex-call-girl, something very few knew, or called our club a swinger's club, something everyone but John's parents and our work-friends knew.

When Alex took the mic back, he said, "John and Robin, can you come to the dancefloor, please?"

John escorted me to the dance floor, the long train on my dress quite long and limiting my movement. We stood there facing each other, waiting. John was so handsome.

"This is the first dance, so please don't join the couple on the dance floor for the first minute. Thank you."

The song, our song, began to play. It was called Love Theme, by Vangelis. John had introduced me to it a couple weeks into our relationship. When I heard it that first time I had been stunned. I thought it was the most beautiful piece of music I had ever heard. It was from a movie I had not seen before but have seen several times since.

So, when the saxophone started, tears filled my eyes, and, with my small left hand in John's larger right one, he held me close, and we swayed slowly to the music.

Everyone was silent as they watched us.

To my surprise, nobody made a sound when John kissed me. No hoots or whistles. I knew we were the center of attention and for there to be no reaction meant they were closely watching me.

My head back and my mouth open, my tongue danced with his as we swayed side to side with the tune, moving very little because of the dress. I didn't want to move anywhere anyway. I wanted to stay in that moment, kissing my new husband, forever.

We eventually broke the kiss and, with my head on his chest, we continued to rock back and forth in time with the music.

Halfway through the short song, other couples came onto the dance floor, emulating us. Though they moved a little more, I closed my eyes, not caring what they did. I knew the moment was ending and I wanted desperately to savor it.

Then, with a final kiss, it was over.

We paused for a moment and then the second song began. As planned, it was Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud.

We went back to swaying to the music, but this time we looked into each other's eyes. As we listened to the words, we smiled, our love growing even stronger in that moment.

Even more people joined us on the dance floor until it was almost crowded. I saw some groping here and there, but I kept my primary attention on John, and we didn't do anything sexual for fear that his parents might see. We had just had sex in the limo and were going to have a lot later, so we weren't desperate and there was plenty of time to just be together on that special day.

When the song ended, we sat down. Many continued to dance as the third song began.

This was the time that people came up to us to congratulate us. I was just happy to have some time to sit peacefully with John. I was always on the go and anxious to get to the next thing, but there was nowhere I had to be at that moment. It was nice to stop and relax for a change.

Mrs. Parker, John's mother, came and sat down beside me at one point. She said, "Such a lovely wedding, dear. You look beautiful."

I smiled at her, "Thanks, Mom."

She smiled back at me for calling her that. "I was wondering about some things that Chris said."

"Oh? He was just joking around," I said, not sure what she was concerned about and hoping she would just drop it, whatever it was.

"Well, he mentioned meeting at a club that you and your friends frequent. What club is that?"

I really did not want to lie to my new mother-in-law. I said, "It's called TSC. It's like a nightclub." Yes, a sex club is like a nightclub, but not actually a nightclub; close enough to true.

"So, you and my son are regulars at a nightclub?" she asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

"Yes ma'am," I said, hoping to be done with the conversation.

"Hmm. Okay. Oh, and Alex said something about you and John starting a business? John hasn't told me anything about that. What are you doing?" she asked.

Thinking quickly but speaking slowly to give myself time to think, I said, "Well, we are buying a business that we used to frequent a lot. It's a private facility where people who share similar interests can get together."

"What sort of interests?" she prodded.

"Our members have varied interests. Some like to gather with large groups and others like to have smaller group get-togethers," I said running out of vague terms without lying to her.

"Oh, so it's a property where people can have meetings," she said.

"Much less formal than that, but, basically, yes," I told her.

She shook her head. "I guess I just don't get it. Oh well, good luck with your business dear."

Sighing in relief I said, "Thanks, Mom."

As she got up, she asked, "Oh, your mother said something about you having a business that 'ended through no fault of your own.' What sort of business was that?"

I was stuck like a deer in headlights. How did I explain that?

"Mom?" John asked. Having concluded his discussion with his dad, he must have heard what she asked. "That's a sensitive subject for Robin. She and Angela were self-employed, but they didn't register their business with the right people, so it was closed down."

Wow, I thought, he explained it perfectly without lying; 'self-employed' referring to 'prostitution' and 'right people' being 'Big Z', a local pimp, and 'closed down' being beaten and threatened. I didn't think he had it in him to answer on the fly like that without straight-up lying. My respect, and love, for my husband grew quite a bit for him coming to my rescue so gallantly like that.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to bring up a sensitive subject," she said.

"It's okay, Mom," I said before holding my arms out, asking for a hug.

She smiled and hugged me.

Dana caught the bouquet and Chris caught the garter. Most of our friends were either married or not interested in getting married, so there wasn't a lot of competition to catch them.

Afterward, Alex announced, "The couple will be heading to the limo, so get your bird seed and head on out. Thank you for coming and, please, drive safely. Oh, and if anyone is too intoxicated to drive, please come see me."

We then left, running through a gauntlet of bird seed to the limo, which then took us away. Most thought we were heading home to prepare to leave for our honeymoon, but we were heading home to get dressed for our wild wedding reception.
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